When you discover your wife's hidden wealth and property

You are installing some taxi app on your wife's phone. Then a message pops up from an unfamiliar name, but you can quickly glean that message is about disposing some piece of land, for some millions, that she is to participate in the coming weekend.

You are stumped. You know Carol is in a few chamas but you have never been sure what the chamas do. But in the last few weeks, all her Saturdays have been dedicated to chama stuff. She ever brought so many vegetables and groceries home, claiming they had grown them in their plots on the outskirts of Nairobi. Not to be nosy, you never asked her what the exact deal was. But she was liquid for some time.

Carol is not your typical spouse. She never opens about what she owns out there. What she acquired before you met, and what she has accumulated since you met is a secret you will never encode.

You are itching to ask her about her deals, but there is no safe way of asking her about her secret investments. She knows about all your investment and you have noticed that she has a competitive streak that may fuel her dangerous ambition.

You decide to wait and see if she will report what transpires that Saturday, but when back, she is as quiet as the aide-de-camp of President Uhuru. You ask her, what she was doing during the day.

"I met the chama ladies and went for some shopping at Toi Market," she replies, no mention of the millions that probably exchanged hands. And how do you ask her about the transactions without coming across as a jealousy prick.

"You look worried, what is it?" she casually asks, there is a flicker of guilt on her face.

"Nothing much is. Maybe it is because the football season is over," you try to be funny.

Your mind is roaming. There were days when it was your father and men of his generation who would invest out there, probably marry another woman without your mother's knowledge only for the ugly truth to surface when he popped up. Nowadays, women are the ones buying property, having extra-marital affairs and even getting kids from them, and men are living lies.

If someone you share a bed with cannot tell you all her secrets, why should you trust her with your life? You wonder, almost audibly.

"Seriously, what were you doing today?" you ask her, rather impatiently.

"I went to the chama, and then did some shopping at Toi, haven't I told you?" she asks, pretentiously calm.

"What did you do at the chama?"

"Why you are asking?" she responds, a tad too quickly, if hostile.

"I think there are things I should know but you are hiding from me," you tell her.

"Like what?" she retorts with the classic female response that is trying to measure how much you know about the subject.

"Everything. You are not a very honest person Carol. If we can't be honest to each other, then why are we even married?" you bang the door on her and go to sleep.

You can hear her asking, "What do you mean?"

She damn well knows what you mean.